Well... and now... the bands. I don't remember the accurate show order. I'm going to read in immediate future the Pacadis' words, he was here. He knew as a punk, a real punk. Not like the actual descriptive catalogues. I prefere to piss on the Syd's vault. Reason is without any bearing on the punk attitude, just want to write about the bands shows. Come on...

STRYCHNINE : nothing comes to my mind, it's not a worth debut, I agree, but the bands stories is the Pin's property, not mine. Mine is concerning atmosphere of Mont de Marsan festival, nevertheless, they played, I'm sure.

Henry Flesh (voc) Pierre Godardd (g) Michel (g) Louis (bs) Frederick Godardd (d)
The Travel, 2 Hotel nights and no limit free beer for the band = 5 tracks to open under the sun the second 'Rock' Mont-de-Festival. Punk : a single Movement.

1984 : here, we're speaking about 77, not 1984 year. 1984 is the band's name. Yes, I remember it, it was hot, very hot, a not bad Henry Flesh hooked with his microphone perch like a Parisian without sea smell since a too long time. An affected attitude, a good record in the No Future times in my opinion, a middle level note for them.

ASPHALT JUNGLE : ho ho... it's the Patriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick's formation.... I can lose some friends on this one. Be quiet Patrick, don't ask an answer right to the L'Illustration Musicale managers (you must always to evoke them), you were very good, excellent indeed, one of my best Mont de Marsan recollection. Of course, your show was not a musical top level show, but your body is like an sewer rat, you don't made to be on stage in the center of the bull-ring under the blazing sun. Is the dropping of the death is happened ? Yes, with cannettes castings and whistles....
The crowd's comments were 'he don't play music !'. It's true, in this friday afternoon, you don't. But when I listen one more time 'Polly Magoo' or 'Purple Heart' , these tunes are neat rock'n'roll. What can I give to be the songs writer ?
Now, I will be an haughty-guy, but not for a long time. Sure; we were here for the music, but not only for the music. For a big dose of attitude and a revolution too. Times are changing, you know ? Less 3 minutes long for a song; no sleeping to be sure don't fail the hit song, you need have a share, you need act, you need to be alive.
In this very day, with Patrick, I had a real and deep strange impression, it was like he stake his life on stage.

What else, Killer, you want to add some words ? Be fast, be short, be trash !!!
Asphalt The French Touch. Highly provocative, stoned, burgher and creative attitude. Out of the ordinary for Eudeline and Darling, time and again reproduce, never equal. I tought myself : why the cannettes ?

Hum... it's not easy to follow. Who is in the waiting-room ? The Maniacs... are they sick ?
No... not now.. it's too soon, I can't. Many thanx ... I don't know her, I'd never saw her, she's a Brittany girl, she lived in Rouen during many years and it's save herself.
To see one's way to do his term like Sheila, I must write 'La' Sheila, not only Sheila, 'cause I just want to save myself and need to sing small from now. If I don't : action at law for me.

In Mdm '77, we were 3 : Killer, me and La Rachel. You conceive a girl, I suppose. La Rachel was not a girl; it was Jacques. La Rachel because he worn a long hair like the whole world before 76. He was an exception : he cut his hair only when he need, for his job.
It's impossible you know La Rachel, he's go off, nowhere, in a prominent day : may 10th, 1981, the Mitterand's ascension day. Obviously, in this strange day like most men and women, I voted (it seems it took me a necessity to do it... now, in remote, I'm not sure) and of course, no party for me later.
Me with my crutches and my father were in the hospital, but La Rachel is never going out from it.
We were 3. With Pierrot Adidas, probably to stay in the Killer and Oc-Dart's home was the best decision, but perhaps too much people in this place. So, we decided to start on the road ....